Speak on the things that make me sing. The things that make me feel like I’m on cloud nine. Lift me up, thrown into a world of euphoria. Where the promises made are kept. The dreams and desires of the heart are fulfilled by your sacrificial ways and unending love. Teach me how to be a better me. How to love and be loved. How to grow, seek, soak, and sow wisdom. To run far and not grow weary. Breathing in, breathing out your scent. Taking in your aroma and be wrapped in your wonderful spirit.
As the days go on, ignite that fire within me. Light the path for what’s to come. Revive the dreams once again. Breathe life onto dead bones. Turn ashes into beauty. Remind me to love myself and others. Take in deep breaths. Sighs of relief; for my dreams have, once again, come alive. Strike the ground I walk on; marching to beat of a new song.
Finding myself caught between what was and what’s to come. I can’t help but wonder what the bigger picture will turn out to be.
“We just don’t see our prayers for what they are when we’re praying for them we see the potential of what they can become when God answers them.”
I’ve prayed for healing, comfort, and peace over my life during this time. Little did I know it was right at my fingertips. I heard Him say to me, “No more searching, no more striving. I am what you are looking for and have never left you, I have given you all you need, Go and do that. I will go before you, behind you and right beside you.”
Giving myself dedicated time and space to nurture the gift God has given me. It’s part of who I am and who I’ve been all along. It has never left me.
“We don’t always get what we want, but we always get what we need. Our job is to learn to trust and be ready and open to receive.” – Dai
This teaches me to let go of something that may hold me back and instead be accepting of new ideas, opportunities, environments and to take chances. Personal life and job industries are always changing. Even if I must learn to adjust at first, there is always something positive I can take from this changing experience or give back to and I can always use that something to be an advocate. Everything else may change around me and I may not be able to control it, but the ability to use my voice does not.
I told myself that I’d be okay, that I was okay. I was convincing everyone including myself. The denial became too great – I believed that God would pull me out of this ditch. Reveal His glory to me. I believed that He would show up in miraculous ways. Put a stop to the vicious cycle that became my life. Words and thoughts said otherwise. Threw my confidence and trust across the room. Hit the mirror and shattered me to pieces. With nothing left in the moment. Eyes depleted and dehydrated. My mind and fingers became a slave to the letters before me. Forming words they only knew how. Expose the lie I’d convinced myself of. Repeat the words on my lips. Studying a Foreign language. Unfamiliar, hard to grasp. I believed that God would pull me out of this ditch. Reveal His glory to me. Make me new, make me whole. Words and thoughts said so. My confidence staring right back at me. Words glaring. Telling me that I’d be okay, that I am okay.
What a trying time for me. The Universe flipped me on my head and said, “it’s sink or swim now. Don’t f*** it up!”. I must be doing something wrong. It’s living in Murphy’s Law over and over again. Some days are good. I wake up, read a word, say a prayer and feel encouraged. Ready to conquer and work. Other days, I feel like I’ve been beaten up in my sleep. I wake up physically and emotionally drained and defeated. Ready to stay in bed, scream and cry all day. I needed a change. I needed an out. An S.O.S. So I broke free and it let me go. Gave me freedom. Now somewhat limbo, but it’s freedom.
HOO BOY. This is a big one. Don’t feel like you need to read this all in one go, but think of it like a master list of resources to check if you have any doubts. I’ve also had a little help from my friends, who are both amazing and far more knowledgeable than I:
- Sarah Fortune, otherwise known as the worlds youngest publishing manager (24!!) and the person who inflicted me upon John Blake Publishing.
- The amazing Lydia Gittins, press officer from Titan Books and all round superstar.
- Fran Roberts, marketing machine at DK, SYP extraordinaire and owner of the worlds best floral skirt collection
- And finally I also have special permission from legendary publishing rockstar Sam Missingham to include her #CVLetterTips, so watch out for those!
Now LETS GET STARTED!
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